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VICIOUS PERSONS INFATUATED BY HEAVEN.
Good, my lord,—
But when we in our viciousness grow hard,
(O misery on't?) the wise gods seal* our eyes;
FURY EXPELS FEAR.
Now he'll outstare the lightning. To be furious, Is, to be frighted out of fear; and in that mood, The dove will peck the estridge†; and I see still A diminution in our captain's brain
Restores his heart: When valour preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.
EARLY RISING THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
THIS morning, like the spirit of a youth
ANTONY TO CLEOPATRA, AT HIS RETURN WITH VICTORY.
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all, Through proof of harness to my heart, and there Ride on the pants triumphing.
A MASTER TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SERVANTS.
Tend me to-night;
May be, it is the period of your duty:
* Close up.
Armour of proof.
I turn you not away; but, like a master
O, sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge† upon me; That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.
O, sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Do we shake hands.-All come to this?--The hearts
The soul and body rive‡ not more in parting,
ANTONY'S REFLECTIONS ON HIS FADED GLORY.
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, [signs; And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these They are black vesper's pageants.
Ay, my lord.
Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought,
The rack § dislimns; and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.
+ Discharge, as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed.
§ The fleeting clouds.
It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave*, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body: here I am Antony;
Yet cannot hold this visible shape, my knave.
Pack'd cards with Cæsar, and false play'd my glory
Nay, weep not, gentle Eros; there is left us
DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA'S SUPPOSed death.
Death of one person can be paid but once: And that she has discharg'd: What thou would'st do, Is done unto thy hand; the last she spake Was Antony! most noble Antony!
Then in the midst a tearing groan did break
The name of Antony; it was divided
Between her heart and lips: she render'd life,
CLEOPATRA'S REFLECTIONS ON THE DEATH OF ANTONY.
It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
Ere death dare come to us?-How do you, women?
Our lamp is spent, it's out:-Good sirs, take heart:— We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold.
My desolation does begin to make
CLEOPATRA'S DREAM, AND DESCRIPTION OF ANTONY. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony ;O, such another sleep, that I might see
But such another man!
If it might please you,—
Dol. Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth.
Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quailt and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery
Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
How poor an instrument
* Servant. ↑ Crush. + Silver money. § Inconstant.
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
I give to baser life.-So, have you done?
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The gods themselves do weep!
* Make haste.
This proves me base: